After being scummed by four men

He Zecheng looked at Fu Heisher in disbelief, and Fu Heisher stood a few steps away from him and looked at him through the black fireworks.

Even though it was such a dangerous situation, Fu Heisher didn't urge him, but those eyes looked at him, with a kind of sadness and tenderness that He Zecheng couldn't bear, shining in the twisted air waves of the fireworks.

He Zecheng took a quick breath, and quickly turned his head and buried himself in the arms of the rope, not daring to look at him again, but the sad gaze fell on his back, passing through his body like the softest and toughest water. His skin hurt his heart.

He Zecheng trembled, his voice was hoarse and he said in a difficult tone:

"Shier, you go, I, I... I'm sorry, forget about me."

"Forget about me, Shir."

Fu Heisher said softly:

"Sincerely, I can't do it."

After speaking, he smiled helplessly:

"I can't and I don't want to."

He Zecheng heard the sound of Fu Heisher wading approaching, and his low and gentle voice:

"He Zecheng, let me engrave your name on my heart."

"Shener, please, let's go!" He Zecheng could not help urging him as he felt the fire burning more and more intensely. His heart was full of anxiety and guilt, and he tightened his arms around the back of the rope. , lowered his voice again, "I won't go with you, please, please go, please..."

In a place that He Zecheng couldn't see, Yan Suo raised his head, his face was covered with some scars burned by the black flames, and his long and narrow eyes looked sharply and coldly at Fu Heisher.

Fu Heisher looked at him with indifference and murderous intent, he stared fixedly at Ron Suo for a while, then said a word to Ron Suo silently——

let him live.

Yan Suo's eyes instantly became extremely dark, and against the black scars on his cold white complexion, he looked even more like an evil spirit in hell.

However, this look only lasted for a moment, and the next moment he lowered his eyes, silently looking at He Zecheng in his arms.

Unlike an old guy like him who has lived for nearly a thousand years, He Zecheng, who has not experienced much, obviously cannot bear this kind of pain.

The black flame licked He Zecheng's calf, causing his face to turn pale with pain, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but he bit his lip tightly and remained silent.

Li Suo was silent for a while, and asked softly:

"...does it hurt?"

He Zecheng was obviously in a bad mood because of enduring too much pain, and it took him a while to react when he heard the sound of ropes.

He Zecheng tried his best to raise his eyes to look at Yusuo, showed him a shallow smile, and said weakly:

"not bad."

Then, as if comforting himself, he muttered to himself:

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while, in a while."

However, the drooping eyelashes of Yan Suo trembled. He stroked his hair lightly with his fingers stiffly, again and again, with the tenderness and nostalgia of farewell. Then he opened his mouth and said in a deep voice:

"Take him away."

There was no surprise on Fu Heisher's face, he walked over, leaned over and hugged the unbelievable Cheng out of his arms.

What is it like to love someone?

Willing to live for him, die for him, and make fun of him——

Also for his lonely ending.

Whether it's him, or Yansuo, Wutiaowu, Xia Youjie, which of the four of them is not willing to do this.

He Zecheng didn't react when he heard that sentence at first, and he didn't show an expression of disbelief until Fu Heisher hugged him out of Rinsuo's arms.

"No! Shier, let me go back! Please!" He Zecheng trembled, and he struggled in panic in Fu Heisher's arms.

However, Fu Heisher walked out of the flames silently, without any intention of stopping.

"Please! Please, Shier!" He Zecheng's tears welled up in his eyes. He grabbed Fu Heisher's clothes, shook them and begged bitterly, crying, "Let me go back! Shir!"

"How could I leave him there alone?"

He Zecheng struggled to get up in Fu Heisher's arms, and at the moment when he climbed onto his shoulder and looked at the rope behind him, Fu Heisher said in a deep voice:

"It's him who let you go."

"Let's go, Cheng, don't look back."

He Zecheng's eyes widened, he opened his mouth silently, his face was blank, and then the pain of being betrayed again flooded his heart instantly, he cried out of breath for a while, and cried out:

"Junko! You abandoned me again!"

"I hate you! I hate you! Junko!"

However, while shouting, he tried his best to reach out his hand, wanting to touch the face of Rensuo.

Yan Suo seemed to have seen his movements through the tall black flames, and he calmly stood up from the ground.

His whole body was already burning badly, and he himself was already bearing extremely intense and inhuman pain, but he still stood up calmly with the kind of graceful posture that had made the young He Zecheng feel inferior countless times.

The flames burned more and more intensely, and the air was distorted by the flames, and He Zecheng couldn't see clearly the appearance of the ropes.

But those long and narrow eyes, the familiar arcs at the end of the eyes, and the cold black pupils, were so clearly reflected in He Zecheng's eyes.

Lisuo just looked at him from afar, standing tall and tall, like a young man standing on a long bridge, with willow embankments on the river bank, saying goodbye to others.

He Zecheng's face was full of tears, and he stretched out his hand weakly, trying to persuade him to stay, but he couldn't.

Black flames soared into the sky, drowning the figure of Yan Suo, and at the moment that figure of Yan Suo disappeared from He Zecheng's eyes, He Zecheng seemed to see a tear shed from the corner of his eye in a trance.

He Zecheng opened his mouth and wanted to breathe, but for some reason, he seemed to have willingly eliminated the matter of breathing from his instinctive center, and the suffocating darkness fell into his lungs, eyes, and deep thoughts. inside.

He Zecheng fainted.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie waited outside the flames for Fu Heisher to bring them out.

Xia Youjie lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips tightly, and stood silently, while Gojo Wu was walking back and forth anxiously scratching his head.

This flame is too special, it can burn the soul, except for Fuheshier who has a strange connection with He Zecheng, who can bear it, whether it is Gojo Wu or Xia Youjie, even if they are already super, they can no longer resist this kind of damage .

Gojo Satoru has no lower limit to separate the flames, but if he wants to bring Cheng out, he must remove the lower limit to contact Cheng, and he still has to face the direct burn of the flame.

Xia Youjie was helpless.

So the two could only obediently wait for the person they hated the most to bring him out.

Fu Heisher holding He Zecheng's figure appeared in the flames.

Gojo Satoru teleported in front of the two of them, looking nervously at Makoto He Ze who passed out.

Fu Heisher put He Zecheng into Gojo Satoru's arms, and said in a low voice:

"Take him back to the high school to find that female doctor."

Although Gojo Satoru was a little surprised that Fu Heisher would let go of this matter, he didn't have time to think about it now, so he just hurriedly said hello to Xia Youjie and returned to the high school.

Although Xia Youjie wanted to go back with him, he still had to deal with the police and ordinary people who saw He Zecheng's explicit domain, and he needed high-level officials, so I'm afraid he would not stop.

Xia Youjie glanced at Fu Heisher as if aware of it, but didn't say anything, just turned around in a hurry and went to work.

Fu Heisher left here in silence, his steps were heavy, the moonlight cast his shadow on the ground, stretched very long, every step he took seemed to be walking on a difficult road to leave He Zecheng, So heavy and bitter.

He probably has no chance.

Whether it's six eyes or mantra spirit, which one is better than him.

Maybe it's time to learn to get used to it, to get used to enduring the world without him.

He Zecheng gradually woke up, but he didn't open his eyes, tears slowly soaked his eyelashes, slid across his face and wet the pillow.

Some fingers gently wiped away the tears for him.

He Zecheng didn't open his eyes, but said in a hoarse voice:

"Brother Wu."

There was a familiar cold fragrance for men in this room. When He Zecheng was still in high school, he used to fall asleep and wake up in this cold fragrance for countless days and nights.

"Why don't you open your eyes?" Gojo Wujo said in a soft and soft voice, "Don't tell me...you really don't want to see me?"

He Zecheng pursed his lips, slowly opened his eyes, and five Wuwu white hair bundled up and wearing a black eye patch appeared in his field of vision.

He Zecheng gently lowered his eyes, grabbed Gojo Satoru's finger on his face, and slowly brushed it off.

The corners of Gojo Satoru's slightly raised lips slowly lowered as he moved.

The room fell into silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Gojo Satoru sneered self-deprecatingly:

"Junko, it's him again."

He Zecheng turned his head slightly, not looking at him.

"Am I... am I never going to be able to compare with him?" Gojo Satoru chuckled, his soft tone contained bitterness that could not be concealed, "Obviously, obviously we have loved each other for so long and so deeply .”

He Zecheng's eyelashes trembled rapidly, and he gripped the sheet tightly under the quilt with both hands.

The farewell kiss every morning like an affair in the knotweed house, the fiery chocker in the confinement, the lingering rainy day, the farewell on the street...all memories quickly appeared in He Zecheng's mind.

Don't think about it, He Zecheng said sourly to himself in his heart, don't think about it.

So he sat up abruptly, bit his lip, and wanted to explain clearly to Gojo Satoru and bid him a real farewell.

However, as soon as He Zecheng sat up, he felt something shaking on his neck.

He Zecheng was startled, reached out to touch, and then touched a cold metal pendant.

It is a pendant in the shape of a small lock.

Startled, He Zecheng quickly raised his hands and groped for his neck, and then touched a leather ring at once.

The leather on the inner layer of the leather ring seems to have been rubbed very frequently, and it has frayed edges. It feels very old to the touch, and it has been around for some years.

He Zecheng backed away in horror. He grabbed the chocker around his neck and looked at Gojo Satoru short of breath, only to see his sad and frantic lips curling up slowly.

The pink lips were covered with a layer of seductive water color in the dark room, and the corners of the lips on both sides were slowly raised upwards and slightly like a sly cat, but He Zecheng's breathing became short of breath. But I just feel that the big thing is not good.

Something is going to happen.

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The author has something to say:

Daddy flinched. . .

感谢在2022-01-1521:6:19~2022-01-1621:12:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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